"Looking for this?" A rich, masculine voice grazed your ears and you almost immediately turn to look at the source. And there he stood, your older sister's husband's elder brother, Damian. You knew him, of course, from the constant visits here and there in case of your sister's wedding. But you had never talked to him, he looked too scary.

You looked down at your purse in his hand, sighing in relief. The wedding was too crowded, and you had been looking for it everywhere.